Du Qingzheng subconsciously walked forward, but as soon as he turned around, Liu Shaobai directly reached out and pulled the person back.

"Mentor, it's good to ...... if you have something to say"

Let's go.

Liu Shaobai repeated his old trick and stuffed another one.

A strange smell slid down his throat into his abdomen, and Du Qingzheng clasped his throat and wanted to spit it out.

"Vomit ......"

I retched and didn't vomit anything.

Du Hong looked at his brother who was sympathetic to the same illness for a while.

After Liu Shaobai finished feeding the medicine, he didn't talk to Du Qingzheng at length, he waved his hand like a chicken, Du Qingzheng's retching tears came out, and he walked to his younger brother's side with a wilt.

"You ...... too," Du Qingzheng looked at Du Hongxiao with red eyes.

Du Hong patted him on the back slightly and gave him an affirmative look.

Du Qingzheng, "You knew it in advance!" ”

Du Hongxiao, "Squeak." ”

Du Qingzheng, "......"

"Brother, if you want to open up, as the saying goes, you have to pull a cushion when you die." Du Hong said slightly.

Du Qingzheng wanted to punch him twice, but he ate all of it, and turned his head to think about it.

Reasonable!

The brothers who were the first to suffer quickly reached a consensus, and the smiles on their faces were dazzling as they watched Mu Chendi walk in with a blank face.

Mu Chendi was confused, and inexplicably felt that he was furious when these two brothers laughed.

Before Mu Chen could figure out what the hell these two were doing, he followed in their footsteps.

When Mu Chendi, who had a bitter face, covered his stomach and walked to the two brothers of the Du family, his expression was aggrieved.

The students who were still queuing outside the door did not know the fate they were about to face, and the teenagers in the room who had already suffered from Liu Shaobai's poisonous hands were holding a posture of pulling a cushion back even if they died, and no one thought of ventilating the people outside.

Since it's a class......

Then let's share the suffering!

Liu Shaobai stuffed a quasi, and it didn't take much time, but when he met Han Jiang, it was rare for Liu Shaobai not to do it simply and rudely.

"Well, eat it yourself." Liu Shaobai put the pill in Han Jiang's hand.

At this moment, the other students present really saw what they had just been stuffed with.

It was a black and non-slippery, elixir-like thing.

"This is an elixir? Earlier, I'll just eat it myself. Mu Chendi scratched his head and said.

Du Hong on the side squinted his eyes slightly, and smashed Du Qingzheng with his elbow, "Does that thing look familiar?" ”

Du Qingzheng silently took out the small porcelain bottle that Liu Shaobai gave him before, and took the same mud balls.

"I'm telling you now that this is an elixir, can you take it?" Du Qingzheng took the thing and arched it towards Mu Chendi's mouth.

As soon as Mu Chendi smelled the smell of mud, he immediately frowned.

"Are you stupid for me? Can I eat muddy dumplings? ”

Du Qingzheng said twice.

"But you've already eaten it."

"What do you mean by that?" Where did you come from, you muddy ball? ”

Du Qingzheng raised his chin in the direction of Liu Shaobai, "The mentor gave it." ”

Mu Chendi, "......"

Well, if it's this thing, the guru won't stuff them and kill them, and they won't eat it.

In fact, the tutor distributes pills to the students, and for other classes, it is simply a matter of great joy.

But when this matter is placed in their ninth class, it becomes a horror......

People's mentors are mentors, and their mentors ...... What a fool...

Which pill smells of mud?

This can't be the mud pills that their mentor rubbed himself, right?

It didn't take long for all the students in Class 9 to be recruited.